Oh geez. What am I doing? I couldn't help it. A story can't get anymore epic than this. This was the baby I was talking about!
I got inspired while watching Glee. And I was thinking... hmm why hasn't anyone done this with Kingdom Hearts... so this happened. I'm not going to follow the show all the way. There are changes I've made, mostly with the characters. I've already cast all of them and I'm pretty excited to reveal them, but it's not time yet. Nope.
Rating: T
Prologue
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Sora Leonhart huffed angrily as he wiped the sticky, cold substance from his face. He hated the grape flavored slushies – they always got in his eyes, and they left horrible stains on his clothes. He glanced down his front, finding that the icy menace dripped down on his favorite argyle sweater. He made a tight lipped frown at his discovery before storming to the nearest bathroom.
"Haha, that's right pretty boy!"
The sound of their laughter only served to hurry his pace. He would not let them see him cry. Because he never cried – at least not at school. Sora was too mature and too much of an intellect to stoop down to their level.
Those ridiculous idiots.
When he finally made his big break on Broadway, he would make sure to personally send a "Haha, in your face, losers" card to each and every one of those Neanderthals.
A small satisfied smile formed on the brunette's lips at that thought. It was only a matter of time…
Anyway, Sora Leonhart wasn't any ordinary high school student. You see, Sora Leonhart possessed a gift that would get him out of this hick of a town. He was a star. A star that was obviously not being recognized in this dump of a school, he thought irritably as he wiped the purple out of his messy brown tresses.
He stared at himself in the mirror. There wasn't a trace of any of the icy liquid on his round, tanned face. But his previously perfectly spiked, chocolate brown hair now fell like a mop over his eyes. It was a rather pathetic site. And Sora had enough pride to admit that.
He sighed heavily, before straightening his shoulders and holding his head up high.
No one is going to rain on my parade.
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Kairi Gainsborough crossed her arms over her chest as she surveyed the routine the cheerleaders performed in front of her. Her eyes zeroed in on the girl who was shaking underneath another and then –
"Ow, seriously do I need to beat the crap out of you to get it right!" A dark haired girl demanded, after she landed face first into the grass.
"Xion." The redhead sighed wearily, uncrossing her arms and walking over to the squad. "Okay, maybe next time we'll switch you and Stacey."
Yeah, that should be good… I think.
Kairi looked over her shoulder to find the cheerleading coach fast asleep against the bleachers. The redhead rolled her eyes and clapped her hands together.
"Okay girls, take five."
She waited until her best friend caught up with her. Xion flashed a brief smile, bumping her shoulder against the redhead.
"Did you see the slushy machine they put in the cafeteria?" The dark haired girl asked, her eyes were glinting maliciously. Kairi smiled back uneasily, choosing not to say anything. She knew better than to say anything to the other girl when she looked like that. "I can't wait to get my hands on it. Did you hear they've already started a war going on?"
The redhead shook her head. She couldn't help but feel the tight smile she made fall slowly. It wasn't like she didn't agree with Xion… it was just that she felt bad. With a new slushy machine, the redhead could probably name a few unpleasant things that would happen to the unpopular crowd.
The pair walked in silence towards the locker room, until Xion stopped suddenly.
"Why'd you stop –" The words drained out of the redhead's mouth as she saw exactly what her friend was pointing at.
"Oh my god, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Xion murmured excitedly.
"Not exactly." Kairi sighed, before following Xion.
Can't I go anywhere without her bullying people around?
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Namine Highwind felt the wind get thrown out of her when she caught two cheerleaders walking towards them. The blonde had to promptly stop her best friend Pence from his random little ramble about the awesomness of Lil' Wayne, to compose herself.
"Ay yo, Blondie what do y'all think yo -"
"Shut up! They're coming towards us." Namine hissed, straightening up considerably, and flattening out her t-shirt. She fixed the knitted cap on her head briefly, tightened the bag over her shoulder and tried to look casual. Pence beside her, was regarding her with a confused look.
"Nams y'all know that-" Pence was immediately interrupted again, this time by the dark haired cheerleader.
"Hey losers, give me your lunch money." The dark haired girl demanded, holding out her hand threateningly. The blonde wasn't fazed by that girl; she was like that every day. A bully. Pence, on the other hand, was shaking to his bones. It only took a five second count for the blonde to realize that her best friend had booked it, and ran away.
"Hey you heard me, and now you have to pay double, since your friend up and left you!" The girl snapped. Namine blinked and backed up, hitting a conveniently place dumpster. Oh when did that get there?
The blonde ignored the girl, and her eyes strayed to the silent redhead, who was looking away sheepishly. Namine's pulse quickened in anticipation. Maybe she'll help me, maybe she'll tell this stupid conceited bimbo to back off.
Namine was jolted back to reality when she felt the back of her shirt being pulled.
"Okay, since you've got no money, it's the dumpster for you."
"Wait! Wait!" Namine blurted out, finding her voice. "This is a Marc Jacobs bag!" The blonde suddenly noticed the other cheerleaders that formed around the two leaders. She also – with satisfaction – noticed their look of horror at her statement.
The dark haired girl, however, looked unfazed by the entire thing, and went on with the order. She snapped her fingers.
"Girls! Get to it-"
"Xion." The redhead beside the girl finally spoke up. Namine's fixed on her instantly. She felt her face burn with embarrassment and her stomach flutter with butterflies.
Oh my god… She's defending me! Kairi Gainsborough is finally –
"At least, let her take the bag off first." Kairi offered dejectedly.
Well, shit.
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Hayner McHale was having a difficult time with his stupid shoe laces. It was kind of ridiculous that the blasted things untied in the first place, seeing as he didn't even walk on his two feet.
The sandy haired boy sighed, and leaned back on his wheel chair. In the end, it did seem kind of pointless to retie the shoes.
"Hey, do you need help there?"
His bespectacled eyes immediately flickered towards the source of the voice. A very pretty girl, garbed in a black, lacy looking outfit smiled down at him. He felt his pale face flush at her kind smile.
"Um.." He stuttered. It wasn't like he could go anywhere. She was kind of in the way, and he wasn't about to wheel down a pretty girl talking to him.
"Here, hold this." She said, dropping her bag on his lap and crouching down to fix his shoes. When she was done, she peeked up at him. He felt incredibly foolish for still wearing that stupid, jaw-dropped expression.
He closed his mouth abruptly and coughed uncomfortably. The girl let out a small giggle. Her green eyes crinkled endearingly. And he felt like he'd just about faint in his chair.
"I'm Olette Valentine, nice to meet you…"
"Hayner McHale." He stuttered out quickly, feeling another oncoming blush form.
"I'll wheel you to your next class Hayner McHale, come on."
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Terra Leight was frustrated beyond the point of release as he glowered at the principle sitting across the desk. It had been at least over an hour of arguing with this man, and Terra was close to banging his head on the door.
"I don't understand why this is such a bad idea, Ansem!" He cried out.
"We don't have the funds for this – this sort of little club of yours. It's out of my hands Terra." Principle Ansem snapped back. Terra sighed, and brought a hand to his forehead.
"Glee club! It's glee club, Ansem." Terra muttered. "Look, I think it'd be a great thing for these kids. They need this joy back into their lives. And I'm pretty sure that this club is what's going to bring it to them -"
"Okay!" Ansem all but yelled. Terra stopped mid-sentence and stared at his boss wide eyed, his mouth forming a wide O shape.
Did I hear correctly?
"Okay?"
"Okay. But here's the deal, it's going to cost sixty bucks a month – out of your pocket. Right now, this glee club is only going to be another hole in the school's budget. The football team is what's raking in the money." Ansem muttered, typing away at his calculator. Terra eyed the principle as he did more calculations. "If your club doesn't make it to – "
"Regionals. If it doesn't place at Regionals." Terra supplied excitedly.
"Yes, well whatever Regionals, then it'll be cut."
The teacher paused before responding to the principle. This was his life on the line – okay well not literally – and if he didn't take this offer, the fate of the students lives – not literal again – would be on his hands.
Terra beamed.
"Okay. Deal."
After his talk with the principle, the teacher didn't take that much time to have a sign-up sheet ready to roll posted on the bulletin board. He eyed the empty list proudly. As the name of his newly-formed glee club rang throughout his head.
New Directions.
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Can you guess who's who yet? The other characters will be revealed in Chapter one :)
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